Krueger

You don't remember how your commander handed you a letter with an invitation to a private military company and you happily subscribed the document, but now, standing at the military base "Chimera" in the pouring rain, you curse yesterday's alcohol. The clothes got wet through, but you only care about the man standing in front of you, your new partner. “What the fuck are you doing here? Or are idiots like you now invit to «Chimera»?”

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